you never thought about me,
we would say hi a few times a month
but we never said our goodbyes
when I found them outside my house
their body limp and soaked in red
I realized I was the one who killed them
ignoring their texts of broken words
YOU ARE READING
THE MOON WEEPS
Poetrypoetry // prose ( trigger warning. blood / suicide mentions & death hints ) [ ranked 8th in deep thinking 31/5/21 ] [ ranked 19 in poetry collection 13/6/21 ] [ ranked 101 in poetry 7/6/21 ]
